I Gotta Plan...
Plans for sailing, refitting, and a road trip around the west coast of Ireland.
Plans for sailing, refitting, and a road trip around the west coast of Ireland.
A lie can travel halfway around the world before the truth can get its boots on.
A friend has bought an ancient 45' steel sloop and wants my help sailing it to Portugal.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
It's been a while since my last post so I will try to give you the highlights over the past few months. My boat, Anjea ...
It started as usual with my late morning Kefir -- full of fruit, nuts and veggies. Combined with a largely gluten-free diet ...
This post is somewhat different to my usual reflections, but over the past seven years of sailing through Southeast Asia, Africa, South America, and now Europe ...
Marnix, Hugo's brother, is taking us for a tour of Amsterdam in his little boat. We could never have done this on our own. I'd be lost on those canals in five minutes ...
Blue skies, a light breeze, calm seas and good friends on a boat. It's hard to beat. Summer has been slow to make an appearance ...
We have just left the Caledonian Canal at Inverness in Scotland. The breeze is as light as expected and we only set the main to steady the boat ...
Tears stream down my face. I fall behind the others and find a comfortable rock to sit and give myself some time and space. It is as if someone has slipped LSD in my water. I try to absorb the view ...
I bought a second-hand Nikon D800 as a replacement for the trusty old D700 that is now so salt-encrusted that half the controls don't work. I was tempted to buy a new mirrorless camera ...
Sorry, no photo to prove it, but I thoroughly enjoy my Christmas Day swim. This annual ritual would be unremarkable in Australia ...
Have you ever felt angry, depressed, or frustrated with your life? Do you wish you could escape to a place where everything is calm, peaceful, and joyful? Well ...
The computer has died so I'm tapping this out on a tablet and it will be a short note. Arrived St Martin on 16th April after a good fast sail to windward from carriacou. Fixed many things ...
Leaving Trinidad I am tired after a long day preparing Anjea and Bollemaat. The final task is to commission Bollemaat's Autopilot. It does not go well. I have redone the actuator wiring ...
We have come here in search of a toilet ...
I am feeling down since Merel left the boat in Paramaribo. She made me feel young until she told me I was too old. So I signed on to a project boat owned by Yayo, a local character. Bollemat is ...
I'm still having fun in Suriname. A local here (Yayo) has tapped me to fix up his old sailing boat up ...
The Saamaka are the Maroon Africans living along the Suriname River. No, that's not them above they're my wonderful companions on this adventure! The Suriname River is big ...
For several weeks now I've been working on a replacement for the clunky old PredictWind tracking page that I used before the Iridium Go sat phone went overboard. At first I tried Leaflet ...
We arrived in the little village of Domburg yesterday after a boring trip from French Guyana. What wind there was blew mostly from ahead so we just motored. First impressions of Surinam are Holland ...
We are now in the Maroni River after a wonderful overnight sail of about 120nm to the Northeast of Iles du Salut. The weather ...
Literally, des k pis blancs translates as 'the white caps' a nickname for the French Foreign Legion ...
Today we splashed around in the jungle surrounding Ile St Joseph in whose lee we are anchored. I forgot my shoes ...
We walked out to Mont Carapa, a hill on the outskirts of town ...
We leave Cayenne on 20th June about 1000 on the turn of the tide . There is very little wind and what there is is on the nose so we motor. Once we're out of the channel ...
A great send-off by our friends in RB. We left about 12:40, motored out of the bay, managed to miss the wreck at the entrance thanks to someone onshore with an extraordinarily loud whistle ...
The predicted northerly came in overnight and I excitedly started putting up the mainsail ...
Merel saved the day by untangling the mainsail halyard and I promptly wrapped it around the other spreader! But with daylight it was an easy fix and we have spend the day sailing ...
The crew (who shall remain nameless) decided to seek better winds offshore but were eventually persuaded it was better to head for St Francis than the Southern Ocean ...
Merel stood the graveyard shift last night and I got a full night s sleep! Wow! That s a luxury I don t get when I m solo. It is now dawn. The sun just blinking over the low sea-mist on the horizon ...
The port captain gave us directions to negotiate the tricky entrance. Easterlies can make it difficult ...
St Francis Marina is excellent but we paid a premium for our berth. It was worth it though ...
A good steady easterly carried us past Plattenberg Bay and Mossel Bay ...
It is a gybe like any other. Walter takes the wheel and I manage the sheets. There is 15 kn of breeze from behind and the gybe itself is smooth as silk. ...
We motored in light to non-existent breeze for the last day and arrived in spectacular Cape Town about 1700. The mountain backdrop ...
Cape Town, you were everything I imagined, and more, but it s time to go. We left just before the opening bridges shut down for scheduled load-shedding ...
Conditions moderated through the day yesterday and we motored thru flat seas and no wind most of the night. The wind has picked up nicely now, but from North ...
We are zipping along at over 6 knots. Lots of fishing boats ...
Buy the lure recommended by Gary in Richards Bay. Mine has 3 medium hooks and a bunch of fine, frilly plastic decoration that doesn t look like anything I ve ever seen in the sea ...
We were officially welcomed into L deritz by Customs and Immigration yesterday. We clear in together with Perry, a wonderful family on a catamaran whom we d met before ...
30 knots of wind as we anchored well offshore after a good sail up from L deritz. It s great to be moving again after spending a bit too long in L deritz living up to some commitments. The desert ...
Yes, a sailing boat needs wind but this too much. We had 25kn all night. The swell is huge and the surf spectacular ...
Cold damp fog overnight and this morning. Its 1015 and it s still slightly foggy and heavily overcast. Merel started the engine on her watch overnight ...
I set a line and 30 minutes later we have a yellow tail kingfish ...
Well, our woes with pumps are not over. The seawater pressure pump sprayed saltwater all over the electrics in the bottom of the cupboard it lives under causing the boat data network to die. It s a ...
It s been very rolly since we left Walvis. 2-3 meter waves most of them coming from the south ...
Every journey is a journey of self discovery. Sailing, I have discovered once again, is best done as short hops of less than a day ...
During Merel s watch I got up to investigate a strange noise that I thought was coming from the galley. But when I stood in the galley it seemed it was coming from outside ...
Leaving Africa all our pumps decided to go on the blink. First the fridge fresh water cooling pump lost its prime. Then, just as we rounded Pelican Point out of Walvis bay ...
Time to go. The deep sea calls. We leave tomorrow morning.
We started off on a broad reach and now we ve been running downwind wing on wing the last few days. Anjea rocks from side to side and sometimes there s a little forward ...
The sun shines, the air and water are both 26 C, Anjea moves comfortably across the long ...
The engine stopped on Merel s watch last night. There was a little wind so she set the sails ...
The engine conked out during my watch because we forgot to transfer the fuel over on time. I put up the genoa. ...
We cleared out of St Helena yesterday and partied with the Saints till early this morning. Everyone was at the yacht club ...
There s a red light in front of us says Merel as I take over the watch at 0500. On deck I can see a distinct slow flashing red light, then a white light St Helena. As the dawn light grows ...
Merel has gone camping for Easter, I m on the boat, and we ve given up trying to set a date for leaving St Helena. Several new boats have arrived with more on the way from Cape Town ...
Saint Helenaians just doesn t work, so they call themselves The Saints and have made us wonderfully welcome. Merel has been spending nights ashore at The Consulate ...
The crew were incapable of manning the boat yesterday, so we stayed another day. Something to do with that Friday night party and the bottle of Tequila. ...
A small sliver of moon in a sky full of silver stars, with the faintest hint of dawn behind us. It is 0500 and the start of my next 4hr watch. A mostly clear sky promises good solar power today ...
Three days out and I still have caught no fish, but we re hanging in there with a line out all day. There were a couple small flying fish on the deck ...
Along the West African coast, north from Cape Town, the sea is a grey-green soup filled with life sustained by the Benguila Current flowing up from the Antarctic. Once we left the coast off Walvis ...
The sun is up and we have cloud today, so less solar and will need to run the engine more to make it up. I am experimenting with a new strategy using both battery banks and both alternators ...
Talking about it afterwards we both knew that the genoa sheet was chafing against the pole jaws and was likely to give way, we just didn t know it was going to be dinner time yesterday ...
It s been good sailing since we left. The first day the fastest up to 9 knts and last few days nice and steady between 5 6 knts. The waves have only been getting easier too. Slowly ...
For the past few days the wind has been getting lighter and as it does we go slower. Now we are doing less than 2 knots, so slow we jumped off the back of the boat and went for a swim one at a time ...
Still no fish but the pizza was great. The wind came back earlier than promised and we ve had a good day s sailing in lots of sunshine ...
We lost our Iridium Satellite device overboard on 1 May so there will be no further posts or tracking updates for a while. Sorry about that. Otherwise ...
On the first of May 2022 things were still going smoothly as ever. On the second of May however our situation took a turn. This is how the story went. Merel was making pancakes that afternoon while ...
We just dropped anchor in the pale light of dawn off the island and city of Sao Luis on mainland Brazil after a good crossing from de Noronha.
We are now on our third tide cycle in the strangest marina I have ever been in. Whenever the 6m tide goes out Anjea is left stuck in the fine sandy mud, completely aground ...
We have made friends here and will be sorry to leave them. Merel, of course, wants to spend the rest of the year exploring Brazil ...
We arrived in the early hours of 1st June after a gruelling sail into a wind that was much stronger and more northerly than forecast. The seas were not big but short and steep ...
We arrived in Cayenne on Sunday 12 June after a great sail from Lencois, which we left on 8th. We motored into the wind until we reached open sea and could turn north ...
Brazil is a vast country of more than 215M people, 2.7% of all humans. We saw only the Northeastern tip of it. But what we saw has us regretting that we did not go further south ...
Crossing from Walvis Bay It is my watch. Merel has found the source of the annoying noise we both heard last night the lower stays are loose ...
I am coming to think it may not be a bad thing for a society to have a shared notion of god, even if it is filtered through a religious apparatus. Whether it is one god or many; male, female ...
It is always difficult clearing in and out of a foreign country in a yacht. I rush around all day in an attempt to clear out so we can leave tomorrow. To clear out I have to visit the marina office ...
You can tell by the grins that the test sail went well. I leave Richards Bay in South Africa with mixed feelings ...
Consolidation, Round One Black, black, exhaustion, darkness, nothing ...
I have the privilige of riding The Beast Arthur's Honda 750 'Africa Twin' from Tanga, where Anjea is anchored, to Lake Natron in the Great Rift Valley ...
The shortest day of the year is nearly upon us 21st June marks the middle of Winter ...
*Fucking Great Fever Yes! I am out of my self-imposed purgatory! I think. But it's not quite heaven here in Tanga. After isolating myself on Anjea for 14 days with no ill effects ...
My recent quick trip back to Australia was far more interesting, in all the wrong ways, than I originally planned. I knew of the novel coronavirus in China when I left ...
At the Ratco bus station in Tanga I am waiting for the bus. Not waiting for it to arrive the bus is already here, but waiting for it to start. A bunch of fundi keep doing the same things ...
11 January 2020: Sabang, The Day Before Clearing out of Sabang, Indonesia takes forever. First, it s Saturday and everyone is just slooowwww. Then the internet goes down, then the power goes off ...
I hate drunks. They are insensitive, self-obsessed, boring, stupid, and uninspiring. Unless, of course, I am drunk too, in which case they are entertaining, insightful, delightful, clever ...
Sailing past Java last year I stopped just once in the Sunda Straits, the north-westernmost tip of Java, a couple of months before a tsunami devastated Carita Beach ...
The 'eagle' is the symbol of Langkawi. Except it isn't an eagle at all but a kite ...
Eric Tang and his mechanic at PAMarine have done a great job on the gearbox ...
Thirty years ago someone had a huge vision for a mangrove swamp in Johor, Malaysia ...
Personally, I only know one person who has fallen overboard. She was wearing an immersion suit and competing in a professionally organized sailing event. Even so ...
My plan to sail offshore the Sumatra coast has stalled, run out of wind and at the same time acquired too many headwinds ...
The name is a reference to the sensory deprivation experience of chilling out in a floatation tank Gary, the owner ...
The photo above is just one of the hundreds of dolphins we passed on the way to Atauro from Dili. The island of Atauro is less than a day's sail north of Dili ...
Oh, Dili is so different! I had forgotten how much difference a culture makes. We've been immersed in Dili for the past 24 hrs and they are such a beautiful ...
Beautiful sunshine on a 33 degree winter's day. It was one out of the box and such a contrast to the almost constant grey of the previous days crossing the Gulf of Carpentaria ...
A long slog about a long trip from Hobart to Sydney via everywhere in between. We tried to strike a balance between 'getting there' ...
Fitzroy Island Friday, 25 May 2018 On 9th June 1770, Captain James Cook sailed past an island off a prominent cape on the Australian east coast. He named the cape 'Grafton' and the Island 'Fitzroy' ...
The photo above is of Balding Bay, Magnetic Island's 'Nudie Beach', if you believe some of the locals. We didn't. But it's a beautiful spot, far nicer than the photo implies ...
This is a sailing slog, with more than usual emphasis on passages and anchorages. I have tried to make it useful for Jean Marie ...
The idea was to sail north from Scarborough Marina in the northern suburbs of Brisbane to Bundaberg ...
Well, when I anchored here I thought it was going to blow gently from the South East, maybe the East, 10 knots max. So I could anchor close to the southern shore ...
Photo: Stavanger , Ellen Stanyer Captain Robert Fitzroy was an English aristocrat with an interest in science and exploration ...
Anjea got a new set of covers and I got an eyepatch. My eyepatch was a consequence of an eye problem. It's all good now, but the pirate jokes got a bit boring ...
Sailing with Lesley over Christmas was great but it exposed a few problems. First, of course ...
The Cox course at AMC was not designed for me; I am not sure who it was designed for but their advertising is directed at Torres Strait Islanders. I find that a bit odd for a Tasmanian University ...
Never put all your eggs in one basket Don Quixote Diversify your investments any investment advisor A single point of failure (SPOF) is a part of a system that, if it fails ...
It was a beautiful afternoon, a gentle breeze, a few clouds, soft sunlight dancing on the water ...
Wednesday, 13 July 2016 Walking to the clubhouse I fall in with another sailor, a local it turns out. I'm rugged up in several layers finished off with a beany ...
Lots of people are surprised when I say I intend to sail by myself. They think it's changing sails that's the hard part, or steering, or staying awake. While sail handling has its memorable moments ...
ell, somehow I never expected have to justify my view of life, but now I find I do. Not that anyone has challenged me on my decision to buy another boat and go sailing ...
Pat will do the survey. He is a qualified shipwright and marine surveyor, has built his own aluminium boat, hates wood ...
Making the first offer was easy. I just thought of a price, subtracted a large number from that ...
The Hobart Wooden Boat Festival was a lot of fun and incredibly popular. Even at 9am it was busy and by 11am I had had enough of the crowds ...
Today, finally, we made our escape from Prince of Wales Bay and the boatyard. It really was hard for me to grasp that it was finally happening ...
When confronted by a complex system in an unknown state that you need to deal with into the future there is one thing you should do first: establish a baseline. It could be a used car ...
We are travelling west across the bottom of Tasmania, from Recherche Bay to Port Davey. The fabled roaring fourties are quiet today ...
It turns out that Lesley and I are not the only yachties silly enough to want to climb Mt Rugby. We fall in with a bunch of others making their way to the summit of this awesome mountain ...
We were kind of warned about the Port Davey River but no amount of warnings could have prepared us for the mind mangling experience of being there. It is an awesome place ...
As I snap the photo she strikes. I jump back, trip over the pathway and land on my arse, adrenalin pumping ...
"It's time to go home" says Lesley. Home. That's a funny word: Anjea is my home. What she means is back to Hobart ...
This marina is filled with power boats. There are very few yachts and Anjea looks uncomfortable. However ...
Northern NSW is endowed with some big rivers, bigger than anywhere else in the dry continent of Australia. Of these, the Clarence River is the biggest ...
Moving onto Anjea was a pretty simple event. Just grab my gear, stick it in the van ...
The doctor says it's shingles, a variation of Chicken Pox that affects adults. Apparently you don't 'catch' it. The herpes virus that causes chicken pox lives in your nerves from childhood ...
It's a thing. Today, against all the pundit's expectations, the Brits voted to separate from the guys over the channel. Wankers. But maybe it will be for the best ...